Wanartaka

“They say we must move out,” says Wanartaka, “that there is no solution but to run like dogs from the evildoers. But I say no. I tell you the Dance is real!” Roaring, stomping, fists to the sky. “I tell you their weapons cannot stand before the might of our people united! I tell you that I will put on this holy garment and stand before a thousand explosions, and defy them all!”

They believe, or believe they believe. They bind the Ghost Shirts to their rifles, to their Humvees, to their desert fatigues, because it’s all the armor they have.